As We Get Old Poem by Max Viola

As We Get Old



As we grow old, and time goes by,
realize not what we have got
until our passing day...
but to break the rules,
of the sullen death,
you will learn,
what you may have known,
that a happy thought,
goes through my mind,
when naught to think,
but you...

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